Writing life

Month: December 2016

Omran Daqneesh sits in the back of an ambulance after being dug from the debris of an air strike in Syria on Thursday.Photograph by Mahmud Rslan / Anadolu / Getty What else can it be? The boy who was having troubles with his father, sat in his office; a father, who might have, for the … Continue reading Fate

My hands stretch out to find something as if my palms inhale fresh air under a tree facing the morning sun and try to follow the smell. It is searching for something, it always has since birth. And don’t confuse it with another love poem, for it's not another hand or the hot coffee with … Continue reading Hands